utorak, 19. svibnja 2020.

Not True


Miss. Poison,
slide into these cracks


I will not fade into her ajar white door
or look at her two panes, any more.



Closing my eyelids,
melting your notes,



thousands of fingers
from my pillows,
act into the dust.
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